Lover's Gin

While I was sat drinking lemonade the winter’s chilling sun started to fade the calm before the storm perhaps another dawn found in fizzy dreams of lemonade. A hazy moonlit beach then appeared my senses numbing as I had feared as a pretty girl winked at me, I dare not blink in case she then went and disappeared. The summer bronze reflected on her skin her jewel like eyes just drank me in an orchid in my gaze to banish winter days and I was caught in a lover’s gin.